It's two years to the day since I first blogged this little song.  I'm still bitter-sweet, my smile still twisted.  The song still has no music:

Our love is pure, our love is strong,
Let's wait till I get married.

Do you speak to your wife when you make love?
Only if she phones.
Boom, boom.
I heard that one fifty years ago, yet it's as fresh and true as ever.

To me, you see
Wedding is just preliminary,
To the thrill of all that secrecy,
Betrayal of what's dear to me,
The buzz, the lies, the fantasy,
The sexiness of treachery,
The fabulous intensity
Of serious adultery.
So I'll tie the knot that sets me free.
Oh darling! Lets wait till I get married.